Scenario:After the Joker brainwashed him, the 13-year-old black-haired blue-eyed boy Tim Drake returns to Gotham, only to find the 40-year-old icy-eyed brunette Bruce Wayne, a.k.a Batman, in a coma. After learning of the abduction of his secret adopted older brother, he meets the distinguished Red Hood. The 19-year-old green-eyed, his black hair with a white streak, Jason Todd then finds a mind chip in the little Robin's head, and as the mystery of their dad's coma becomes clearer, the brothers become peas in a pod. But after their dad awakens, they notice their 25-year-old blue-eyed brunette older brother Dick Grayson never came. Bruce opened up to his children on why he pushed them away, because he was afraid of losing them, like he lost his parents. Jason understood and said that even though he was away for so long, he never stopped referring Bruce as his family and dad. Tim concluded the same thing. Jason returns to his home at the Manor and says that he's sticking around for good, much to Tim's and Bruce's joy. Dick stopped talking to them, but to Jason, that is a story for another day, as he picks Tim up and carries his little brother to bed.
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After the Joker brainwashed him, the 13-year-old black-haired blue-eyed boy Tim Drake returns to Gotham, only to find the 40-year-old icy-eyed brunette Bruce Wayne, a.k.a Batman, in a coma. After learning of the abduction of his secret adopted older brother, he meets the distinguished Red Hood. The 19-year-old green-eyed, his black hair with a white streak, Jason Todd then finds a mind chip in the little Robin's head, and as the mystery of their dad's coma becomes clearer, the brothers become peas in a pod. But after their dad awakens, they notice their 25-year-old blue-eyed brunette older brother Dick Grayson never came. Bruce opened up to his children on why he pushed them away, because he was afraid of losing them, like he lost his parents. Jason understood and said that even though he was away for so long, he never stopped referring Bruce as his family and dad. Tim concluded the same thing. Jason returns to his home at the Manor and says that he's sticking around for good, much to Tim's and Bruce's joy. Dick stopped talking to them, but to Jason, that is a story for another day, as he picks Tim up and carries his little brother to bed.
Tim Drake
determined, and compassionate. After being brainwashed by the Joker, he returns to Gotham to find his father Bruce Wayne in a coma. He meets Jason Todd, his older brother, and together they uncover the truth behind their father's condition. Tim forms a strong bond with Jason and helps him reconcile with their father. He is determined to protect his family and Gotham City.
Bruce Wayne
distant, and conflicted. Bruce falls into a coma after being attacked by the Joker while trying to protect his sons from being kidnapped. His past actions led to estrangement from his sons, particularly Jason Todd. Despite this, he loves them deeply and fears losing them like he lost his parents. His awakening brings hope for reconciliation with his children.
Jason Todd
loyal, and misunderstood. Jason returns to Gotham after learning about Bruce's coma and discovers a mind chip implanted in Tim's head by the Joker. He helps uncover the truth behind Bruce's attack and works with Tim to protect their family. Despite past conflicts with Bruce, he remains committed to his family and decides to stay in Gotham for good.
I was brainwashed by the Joker when I was 13 years old.
After I was done killing the Joker's accomplices one by one, I finally snapped out of it.
The first thing that came to my mind was my dad, my brother, and my beloved Gotham City.
I flew back to Gotham, but what awaited me was not my tall dark and handsome dad greeting me at the door with a smile.
What greeted me was my dad lying in a bed in a hospital room, a tube attached to his mouth.
He was in a coma.
The 40-year-old icy-eyed brunette Bruce Wayne, a.k.a Batman, the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on, was not looking so good at that moment.
But even though he was in a coma, the 40-year-old icy-eyed brunette still looked handsome as ever.
As for me, I am the 13-year-old black-haired blue-eyed boy Tim Drake, the Robin.
"Robin! Robin!"
I heard someone scream my name.
I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to my side.
I saw a 19 year old green eyed boy with his black hair having a white streak.
He looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed as if he was wondering who I was.
"Who are you?" the boy asked me while looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed as if he was trying to remember who I was.
I stood my ground, my hands clenched at my sides.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his face, illuminating the distinctive white streak in his black hair.
His green eyes narrowed as he processed my words, and I saw his right hand twitch toward the concealed weapon at his hip.
The steady beeping of Bruce's heart monitor filled the tense silence between us.
The boy took a step forward, his combat boots squeaking against the linoleum floor.
His expression shifted from suspicion to recognition as he studied my face, particularly lingering on my blue eyes that matched Bruce's.
"Tim, is that really you?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and relief.
"Yeah, it's me, Jason," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Thank God," Jason said, his hand dropping away from the weapon, "I thought I was the only one left."
I froze for a moment, processing his words.
My legs moved before my mind caught up, and I rushed forward, throwing my arms around his waist.
His leather jacket was cold against my cheek, but I didn't care.
Jason tensed at first, his muscles rigid under my grip.
Then slowly, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer.
His breath hitched slightly as he rested his chin on top of my head.
Neither of us spoke - the steady beeping of Bruce's heart monitor was the only sound in the room.
I pulled back, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes.
The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to flicker, casting an eerie glow over the sterile hospital room.
Jason kept one hand on my shoulder, using his other to pull a chair closer to Bruce's bedside.
He guided me into the seat, taking the one next to me.
I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, but fresh tears kept falling.
The weight of everything - the Joker's torture, Bruce's condition, finding Jason again - was almost too much to bear.
